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As cold as my heart is
For a moment I felt heat around it
Could it be he managed to morph me
To something I never dreamt to be
Something sweet, something weak
Something I fear to, on the mirror meet.
Was it the hug so warm to me
That it balanced my homeostasis.
Was it the kiss so passionate
That he began by caressing my cheek
Perhaps when he put on mine his lips
When he slowly, soothingly pleased
My rarely touched skin
I began to have emotions, feelings.
Sudden joy and pain and love and hate trips
Oh dang! What had I done?
Now I look back and beg
To go back in time and rectify
What did not go according to plan
To the me that never cared
To myself which was ne'er fair
To that evil and ugly monster'ess
To as cold as my heart ...was
By Neptune
‘ When continuous piercing or pricking turns wound malignant , be desperate to get
operated.’ - Poet.
ABANDONED
I am fed up with some relation,
identifying guilt on their part.
I failed to make any correction.
I ignore and let them just apart.
I tried my best somehow to adjust
giving them several chances.
They are selfish not at all to trust,
only creating nuisances.
I could neither punish nor rectify.
What to do with the person?
I discard as can’t further rely.
No alternative, but to abandon.
When wound of heart turning malignant,
Not to waste time unnecessary.
Not to wait and watch, being patient,
Get rid of your wound by surgery.
Where are guardians of Quality?
Are they still able to quantify?
Or do we need to re specify,
What is obvious to a fly.
Quality of life is now hard to come by,
Quality goods are mostly stored in attics,
Quality work is seldom done with quality tools,
Quality food if not cheap is left to rot.
Is equality for all really obtainable?
When only the lucky few sit at the top table,
Even when proved unstable,
Their shelf life, unbelievable.
Where are the guardians of quality?
Do they ever feel guilty?
Of their refusal to wear glasses that could rectify,
Their inability to quantify.
Has false economy,
Taken pride of place in our memory?
For all eternity.
The answer to that I have yet to quantify.
I feel like a dope,
For not giving up hope,
In finding a quality telescope,
Instead of a kaleidoscope.
Sense of anomie
disturbs me !
Not feeling free
to get entry
in modern set up !
Better to give up.
Sitting indolent,
instead to lament.
Neither to rectify,
nor trying to modify !
Or to spot and identify !
Not accustomed to spotify.
Moral values ! Universal
So far followed ! Traditional.
Now on deterioration
among new generation.
Cause of irritation to analyse :
Outlook of society to modernise .
Searching for my enemy,
sinking in abyss of anomie.
I sang a song of unknown love,
So decadent to rectify the chill,
Reflexive yet new from the above,
In love with love so sole and gill.
Peace lay unattached,
Near, yet distant in the mud;
That cottoned shrill plan unmatched,
Intermingled in the spreading thud.
The play of malefactors messing with bombs,
Crude, relentless, shifting, shudding asunder,
Bloody. Mutilated - hard mutated faces, mashed,
Elongate saying stop the faction: bastardiser.
Both men claim god without pith for wife,
Who know no rights, charm, or partner’s stare;
God wars, cuts, tears and flips as highly strung,
His precipice and drive are evil for souls akin.
Panic and desperation liaison upon defence,
Sweat kindles the neck with eyes unfocused,
Tendering the hopeful but quiet bet in offence,
That glancing humans would bend to be cussed.
But the solid, metal gun, cold yet trigger warm,
Pleads for its parsers to claim powerlessness;
Un-piloted entities drop bombs to deface and harm,
The snow-white home makers creating kids’ friendliness.
God is love, he skids with joy,
Marries who is so reciprocally disposed,
To loosen and release one’s human spirit, fold,
For the individual’s whims and films to snowboard.
I heard, you’ve planned your life with someone else,
Seems like, you’ve deleted every special moment, that was captured in our heart cells.
Somebody told me; you got married,
Apparently, you wanted our story to be forever buried.
I am glad, you’ll be finally happy in your life,
But I’m not sure, if I’ll be able to see you as someone else’s wife.
I know, my dream of us getting old together is unachievable,
I hope he’ll treat you the way you always wanted, which you thought I was not capable.
If you would’ve given me a chance to rectify things, that weren’t sorted out,
There would’ve been no single day, when we had to even shout.
I’ve tried thousand times to ignore you,
But it’s just hard to forget you…
Thinking of those days,
When we never thought of going different ways…
But life has something else planned,
Let’s go in the flow of its rhythm and see where it ends.
Stress fractures
nerves worried faces
diagnosing ourselves
News bad good and bad flow from each
room
tears joy anxiety glee
Surgeons nurses physicians assistants
in out Xray MRI electro cardiogram
mumbles groans laughs
pains worries
anti-inflammatory analgesic ablation
bedside manner compassion
stoic silence brave exterior
resilient fragile young old
tired of hurting hurting tired
sterile antiseptic
STAT
replacement rehab rejuvenate rectify
Why me
biohazard no trash
bad magazines charts
forms forms forms
Hipa compliance
Hip replacement
shoulder pain
smolders
code blue code black
co-pay
Minus adverse side effects
courtesy Ropinirole HCL
couple nights I did try,
albeit yours truly wanted to die,
plus also yearned tubby
among grrrrrreat full dead, no lie,
yes absent asthenia, fatigue,
and/or malaise oh my
nausea, vomiting, somnolence, dizziness,
and asthenic condition,
I woefully did decry
unconsciously kicking,
thrashing, twitching, wife kvetching
downing aforementioned medication
found me awry
beseeching psalm body
e'en the Sultan of Brunei
or sovereign from Abu Dhabi
to administer euthanasia,
I would willingly rectify
to bid good riddance and goodbye
experiencing said unpleasant reactions
listed above, hence death wish
of mine to comply
expressed modus operandi doth underlie
trawling the net whereby, to crucify
rigging (leg giddy met) i.e. legitimate
gofundme site could justify
assisted suicide recycling, reimbursing
repurposing... biodegradable cross -
guaranteeing faithful ethics to fortify
upon me rising masses will deify
an imperfectly square profane guy
skeptic at heart, unsure soul will go skyhigh,
or descend into Dante's inferno,
hmm... methinks hot meal my
olfactory organ doth nasally espy
summat good cooking, therefore aye
got hearty appetite unbearable symptoms
amazingly relieved, that scare did mortify,
now get secular humanist off doggone †
lest he gets cross and promises to nullify
future aery missions...
sidelining death, viz abort... fail... retry
else fans ye will need to pacify,
and posthumous rock star status
martyr on your stained hands
leaving widow whose syrup prize
zing tears unceasingly cry
without spouse to henpeck,
she cannot deny
cuz, body (mine), saintly
nicked peep pulled, tattooed
with apostolic marks
sharp nib she did apply.
God loves us all
Optimistically I will answer his call
Devoted to the Lord my faith will never forestall
Loneliness we will not suffer when keeping our trust in God
Opened arms he will always be there waiting
Veer clear from the facade
Exuberantly the Lord makes life exhilarating
Sacred is the bond and it deserves endless laud
Unrelentingly I will rectify my life for Gods warm embrace
Salvation he bestows
Allow the lord into your heart, for dark times are to come
Loving him kindheartedly will help lead me from sin
Lucifer and his slick grin will never win
5/4/2017
I am, wholly and completely,
lost without you.
I thought I could move on, use silly plies,
distract myself, but no.
My life can't move a single step,
without you at the hoe.
How naive I was to think you loved me.
I still try to trick myself so.
But how can I rectify
the swollen lips and black eyes?
Or was it me that did you wrong?
Did I annoy you, did I expect too much of you?
No I mustn't think this way.
Now you lay behind bars,
so why do I feel the prison is my own?
My life is so far from complete,
it could be rendered empty.
It is only my outer flesh that now remains.
And each day I feel my flimsy mask becoming ever looser.
I no longer eat, for my gut burns with anxiety.
I feel my future slipping from my grasp, and fear,
that unless a saviour in a male silhouette
should glance my way,
that my existence shall be inexplicably futile.
For the man that once defined my world, still claims me.
He has bore wounds that feel they shall outlast me.
I can only hope the scars will fade,
and that I can love again,
or better still, learn what true love is.
12.10.2020